I’m sure you won’t be surprised to learn that we spent most of our day working on our plans for our booth at Roots and Blues this weekend (hereinafter known as #festivaldomination). But because regular PJP life goes on, here are a bunch of other interesting things worth noting:
- As it turns out, the delicious aroma of our pies baking wafts right on through the wall to our neighbors at Tiger Bounce…so much so, that parents often ask if they can dash over and purchase a pie while their kids play. The new owner of Tiger Bounce approached us last week and we worked together on a deal that would offer PJP tarts and babies for sale in Tiger Bounce on Saturdays and Sundays. We started last weekend and from all indications, it was a success. (And I suppose, if you were just having a wild craving for PJP on a Sunday, then you could stop by Tiger Bounce and see what they had left for sale. Bouncing optional.)
- Coincidentally, we also had a meeting yesterday morning with another group anxious to bring PJP to the masses…Campus Dining Services at Mizzou. Starting Monday, Wheatstone Bistro in Memorial Union will begin selling PJP tarts. If all goes well, we will begin to supply tarts to other dining locations on campus. MIZ-PJP.
- In all the crazy of #festivaldomination and tarts and other schemes for #worldpiedomination, I almost completely forgot that we leave for Las Vegas one week from Friday for a long weekend at the International Baking Industry Expo. I have no idea what to expect, but I know we will find epic amounts of fun. (We have big plans to Facebook Live some of our better adventures.)
- And somewhere squashed in the next week is the awards luncheon for the Columbia Daily Tribune’s Women in Business luncheon. Which is perfect, because I have no time this week to think about winning or losing in my category…but it does give me a good excuse to get my nails done on Monday instead of unpacking everything from our booth this weekend.
- Finally, you might have seen the quick video we did this morning while Jeanne worked on chicken pot pie. She was a complete professional…we recorded that in just one take. I have a lengthy list of videos she should star in…starting with a tutorial on doing lattice for fruit pies. Followed closely by a tutorial on effective oven cleaning techniques using just a razor blade and a pair of latex gloves…
It has come to our attention that Roots and Blues is a mere THREE DAYS AWAY. THREE DAYS.
Gah. We know, right?
While we are of the personality type to leave the details to the very last minute, this may be our most extreme case of “oh yeah, we need to figure out our plan” that we’ve ever experienced. (Though in our defense, we have been ridiculously busy and it has been hard to muster the psychological prowess at the end of 90 hour weeks to sort out a cohesive plan for a three day festival.)
These big events are a struggle for a number of reasons…first, we don’t do them often, so our skills for the PJP roadshow aren’t as honed as some of our other skills. Secondly, we want everyone at the festival to love us and to be happy, so trying to figure out what pies we are taking in what size becomes a veritable Sophie’s choice of menu planning. Finally, we have a very busy weekend at PJP Buttonwood AND a 25 hour commitment to be at our booth at Roots and Blues…basically making it impossible for each of us to be both places all of the time (meaning we will have to relent some control to our capable employees, which is a continual struggle for both Jeanne and I because WE ARE SUPER CONTROLLING.) Ahem.
So, we made a list today of everything that needs to be sorted out in our minds by Friday. (And then I texted my Inner Circle and proclaimed I could be dying of a panic attack.) But we started down the list, making some key decisions and piecing together some semblance of a plan of attack to take #WorldPieDomination on the road to #FestivalDomination. We are basically about 17% prepared. Thankfully, we love a challenge.
In a noteworthy turn of events, we’ve been asked to provide pies for the artists to have for dessert in the hospitality tent over the course of the weekend. And to that end, I just added to our to-do list…”cut out dough letters spelling “Jason Isbell, I love you and listen to your music all the time” and add them to the top of a pie like it is no big deal. That could be interesting, right?
Last week felt like one of the more intense weeks we’ve had at PJP this entire year. For the most part, Jeanne and I pushed forth and then stumbled out of it all on Saturday afternoon in a daze. By the numbers:
- Parties hosted: Three. (Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Daaaaaaaaang.)
- Guests who became PJP bakers for a night: 43. (They all promised to help at Thanksgiving.)
- Pies baked: 600-ish. (Tarts, jars, babies, nine-inch, 12-inch, and slab…whew.)
- Brides scheduled on calendar for upcoming nuptials: 8. (Pie is the new cake, yo.)
- Grocery bill: $1337.84. (OMG.)
- Extraneous trips to Hyvee: 11. (We never learn.)
- Furthest Jelly Jar shipping destination: 1,786 miles. (Carlsbad, California)
- UPS two day delivery charges to Carlsbad, California: $31.86. (I’m in the wrong business.)
- Wisdom teeth removed: One. (It still hurts a little.)
- Orders taken for Thanksgiving: Six. (Impressive.)